The sky's bright light shines down on the surface. The sun's golden rays of light hit the face of a young boy who slumbers between two shops. The rocks beneath the boy had cut up his stockings.
As the light hit his eyelids the young boy groaned. With a reluctant motion of sitting up the boy opened his eyes. The his green eyes shined as the light hit them, though instead of being in the state of normalcy he was confused.
You see the soul that inhabited the body of the young boy now, was not the original owner. No, the soul that now dwelled within this body is, Michelle Cordona.
Before his unusual predicament, Michelle was just your average teenager. From playing football, to sneaking out with friends to go drink, you name it Michelle had done it.
So why the one time he decided to study for a test did he end up here?
Michelle sat up from the spot where he laid. The whole back of his body was covered in little rocks and pepples, leaving gray smudges.
Michelle looked at his hands, they were quite smaller than before. About the size of a 12 year old boy.
"What the hell is going on?" Michelle put his hand to his mouth, embarrassed by the high pitch voice he heard come out.
Michelle then felt the clothing on his wrists.
"Are these cuffs?" Michelle said aloud, to stunned to keep the observation inside his head.
Michelle took in a deep breathe, then out. He tried to think about this logically now. What was a reason for his current predicament, maybe transmigration? Sure he had heard of the concept from one of his friends who was a fan of webnovel, but he didn't think it was real!
Though if he had been transmigrated he wondered how or why? He knew there had to be a reason, as there is nothing that doesn't come from reason and if it does then that thing is a god.
Michelle decided to inspect the body he now inhabited. First he looked at the cuffs and the black clothing that was above it. Seemed he wore pilgrim clothing, with the breeches and stockings being evidence as well.
Michelle stood up from the rocks and looked forward. There seemed to be many people ahead, maybe a market of sorts?
Michelle walked out of the alley he had been in, and was hit with the smell of many things. From raw uncooked meat to the freshness of a bakery.
There were many women, children, and men all talking and doing their own things. Michelle guessed this was the town's center, due to the sheer amount of people here.
Michelle smiled, at least he had been pit in a spot that would make it easier for information. Or that's what he thought at first.
As Michelle went around he couldn't find anything useful information. Only thing he knew was, the place he was at the people had been here for awhile as most of the buildings were made from stone.
After an hour of Michelle walking around like a clueless fool, he sat down on a bench in the middle of the market. The people going past him.
Michelle sighed. Why couldn't this just be easier? Like one of those stories where he got a super cool andstrong power? But nope he was still Michelle Cordona, well except the fact that he was now 12 years old again and in pilgrim clothes.
Michelle closed his eyes, just wondering why him? Why did this happen to him?
Michelle had now realized how quite it had become in the market. He opened his eyes and looked around. Almost no one was here now. The only thing he heard was shouts off into the distance.
'What the hell is going on?'
Curious, Michelle made his way toward the sound. The more his feet hit the cobblestone road, the more the shouts grew closer. He could smell the stench of sweat as he got closer.
That's when he had arrived, a crowd on both sides of a road. Michelle went into the crowd to see what the fuss was about.
He got the the front of the crowd, now being able to see. Michelle was looking at a man in the middle of the road, tied to a cross. The man was bleeding and sweating, both mixing to create a stench. The man also wore a white tattered robe, his long black hair sticky with his own blood.
The town's people had no mercy on the man. From calling him a wretch to throwing rocks at him.
This made Michelle wonder, 'What has this man done?'
After a couple of minutes two men walked down the road, approaching the man tied to the cross. The two men wore navy blue doublets decorated with jewels and gold. Each wore a raiper on the left of their hips.
The two men stopped in front of the man, both glaring at the man. The slightly taller one's hand went into a fist, while the smaller man began to speak.
"Julius Meran, once a great respect servant of our town. You has been convicted of witchcraft, how does one plead?"
Julius looked up at the two man and glared back. His eyes not full of hate though, but something else.
Julius spit on the shoe of the taller man. The crowd gasped as this happened.
Tha taller man drew his sword, and swiftly striked Julius' neck. Blood gushed as Julius held gargled on his own blood, tatseing the iron from it in his mouth.